I think about this constantly. So many good people dying by freak accidents, cancer, as victims of war etc. and if I could, I would trade my life for theirs in a heartbeat. Bit morbid, but when I heard of my grandmother's passing two years ago I was overcome by a sense of jealousy. Which sounds absolutely psychotic I know, but I think a few of you could relate. I didn't shed a tear at her funeral because I knew she was finally at peace, in heaven, and no longer suffering. I've spent every night since I was at least 17 praying I wouldn't wake in the morning but am still here taking up space, while other people who so desperately want to LIVE are robbed of that opportunity. I will be ctb soon and I wish I could just trade spots with someone so it wouldn't feel so much like a waste of life. Like I'm actually doing something good and useful for once.